[Even when he finally speaks, when he finally breaks that silence, his voice is rough, tinged with something akin to anger. Each word is like venom, falling rapidly from his lips before he can give it any true thought or contemplation.]
What... gives them the right?
[Being here, the general feeling he had gotten from everyone since his arrival, the sense of despair and sadness. Suddenly, it all makes perfect sense in a way it hadn't before. And he half way wishes it still didn't.]
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What... gives them the right?
[Being here, the general feeling he had gotten from everyone since his arrival, the sense of despair and sadness. Suddenly, it all makes perfect sense in a way it hadn't before. And he half way wishes it still didn't.]